The Ruthless Don Thought She Was a Fraud—Until the DNA Tampering Was Exposed and His Secret Princess Took Over the Dynasty!

At dawn, the rain finally cleared, leaving behind a gray, fog-drenched estate. Luca did not sleep. By six in the morning, his private intelligence operatives had already raided the digital logs of the estate’s internal network.

In the basement security bunker, his head of cyber operations, Dante, pulled up a series of encrypted wire transfers. ""Boss, you were right to doubt the lab report. At 1:15 AM, while Dr. Vance was preparing the assay, fifty thousand dollars cleared through an offshore account registered in the Cayman Islands. The receiving party was Vance’s brother, who owes half a million in sports betting debts.""

""And the sender?"" Luca asked, his voice dead calm.

""A shell company routed through Zurich,"" Dante replied, typing rapidly. ""The corporate entity is tied directly to a private trust managed by Marco and Vanessa Moretti.""

Luca leaned over the monitors, watching the security footage of Vanessa handing a small flash drive to Dr. Vance's lab tech near the west wing elevator. They had swapped the digital profile in the sequencer, replacing Mia’s true genetic data with an artificial file designed to register a false negative. Marco was desperate to keep his own daughter as the sole heir to the Moretti empire, and the sudden arrival of Luca’s legitimate child posed an existential threat to his ambition.

""Do not alert them,"" Luca commanded. ""Let them believe their trick worked. Send our private extraction team to Saint Jude’s Charity Hospital immediately. Locate Evelyn Hart. Clear the entire floor, secure the best pulmonary specialists in the state, and bring her under twenty-four-hour armed guard.""

""Understood, Don Luca,"" Dante nodded.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, Mia had wandered out onto the grand balcony overlooking the courtyard. She held her rabbit by the paw, watching the black SUVs patrol the perimeter. Marco’s seven-year-old daughter, Bianca, stepped onto the terrace wearing a pristine designer velvet dress, flanked by Vanessa.

""Look at the little sewer rat,"" Vanessa sneered loudly, ensuring the nearby staff could hear. ""Don't touch the railings, girl. We don't want your dockside germs infecting my daughter.""

Mia turned around, unbothered. ""My mommy says that people who wear pretty clothes but have ugly mouths are just decorated garbage cans.""

Several maids in the hallway gasped, desperately trying to stifle their laughter. Vanessa's face turned beet red with rage. She raised her manicured hand, stepping aggressively toward the four-year-old. ""You insolent little brat! I'll teach you how to speak to your betters!""